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The moment you start missing you,  it’s a sign that you’ve grown in a particular way….
Sometimes I want to reach out to find who I was but at the brink lies ashes blown gradually away by a soft wind and each and every day I realise that am not the same anymore,  that life has entangled with me in different ways.
I have changed in so many ways I can’t also grasp.

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